Lyrics:
stand for (Not the pledge)
Talking politics whatchu’ run for (Over the edge)
J.R. Smith how you niggas keeping score (You thought you was ahead)
Came in
The thing is, real legends aren't born by achieving a great feat once
After the first time, you are expected to do it again
And again
And again
Said
by
I don't know why but everybody gotta die some time
Who the wisest?
Now tell me who you scrutinizing?
My words are brutalizing, so I don't have
they wouldn't put me on
Thought I was gone, too late, but who's to say
My pockets are empty and I got dues to pay
To the tic tock you don't stop
Here we are, it’s Christmas again
VERSE 2
Summer has gone, spring’s not near
Seasons, they drift by and by
And just like our lives. ……the days they swim
the whole world I'll say I worked for it, hope you agree
My name is Cameron I go by CAL these days
And I've never claimed a gang, I represent my last name
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
down, but you're under us
Now who the fuck are you? It's just coincidental
When you rhyme, you're even worse than the instrumental
You're just
and the hearer
Are they equal when compared
Will you not then take heed
And indeed, we sent Noah to his people, and he said, I have come to you as a plain warner,
to feed my kids, we outside you know we gon' win
All my niggas they outside
With the 40 cal they gon slide
Wipe a nigga nose that shit slime
And we got
[E] Peace to Chuck
[P] Chuck D
[E] Yeah, uhh
You`re not tellin em huh? Yeah
[Erick Sermon]
They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car
People
Peace to Chuck
Chuck D
Yeah, uhh
You're not telling 'em huh? Yeah
[Erick Sermon]
They go oh and when I jump in my car
People treat me like
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
they're all hill
RA is R-A-W
You know that, that had the road mad
No metaphor, just smack and know facts
When I clap MACs, it's bags and dog tags
So
the streets
You better think twice about fucking with me
If I retaliate then it's gone be r.i.p
Nigga run up on me, tell him rest in peace
Cal tec to my side,
next
Cause a nigga wanna flex
But I ain't pressed by you niggas
Mom's dressed in all black cause the next squeezed a trigger
RIP to that youngin that
I'm gone (I'm gone)
They switchin' it up, I'm done (I'm done)
Alright, come on
I feel like these songs too sad (They too sad)
It's yo' fault, you do it
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask
only you did not think me to be a person who has weakness of mind because of old age
They said, By Allah
You are still in your old confusion
Then when
and offering bribes
Got a new glock and its by Smith and Wesson
Don't fuck with me nigga you gon' learn a lesson
S-Snapshot like this is progressive
Don't fuck
Karen, least of all you
KAREN: What do you fookin know? I might be
CRAIG: No you fookin won't! What are
You gonna be famous for?
You can't fookin do
like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression
When I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions
(He tellin', he rat)
And bitch, no, I can't even
house, ya'll are renting it you live inside my tenements
I'm generous but I can be venomous if you step to this
I'm decadent with murder, make the layout
and you a nigga now who did it?
motherfucker no stomach they too scary to admit it
rearview mirror fucked up so I can't see when they coming
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